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[Anaviel]

Beautiful poem. Great imagry, dark and lovely with images of death. I like how you wove the theme of revenge for lost innocents into this.

Oh and welcome to the Attic.

[Laufey]

Dark and lovely poem!

Oh, and welcome to the Attic!

[Weyoun]

Ballad of the Lost

Kisses of sleep given out by careless beasts,
pleading of hearts for mercy.
Web do weave your awful track
of fate and dust and deepness.
Skin sunk eyes and swollen tongue
ask no more for freshness.
Cold sharp ice swings to and fro,
taking apart the whole.
Red life spilt by the mages hand
or the drunkards greedy last breath.
Wretched souls do call for revenge,
and miss and take another.
Thought of life is lost and worthless,
none do care but the true.
To see the spark slip away from a child,
or an old beggar slit to steal.
Is to smother the truth
and maim your soul too deep.
Lost are they that are innocent still,
taken by foolish wishes.
Sands of time and them indifferent of prey,
close their eyes to the cries.
Mothers weep and father’s rage
at the spirit lying still.
Swift is blade but better,
is swift of the heart.
Do call upon your gods of mercy,
and heed their rushing call.
For the lost are swept away in eternity,
and the pure still call to the deaf.
Keep you mind to travel straight,
and hold your wandering eye.

Oh, I like! Very deep!

---Weyoun